Max sits on a pew facing Bernie. "So, like, she was all," Max adopts her Signe voice, "'You should come 'n repaint things. F'you want.'" She holds her hands up. "'n I'm all, like, yeah. 'n while I'm at it I'll scrub the shit outa your toilets."

Lazy days happen among the Garou, and sometimes they happen to Gnawers as well. Smokes is taking advantage of a lack of any "Big Nasty Evil out to kill us right shittin' now" scenarios, by curling up asleep on one of the pews, tail hanging lazily off the edge.

Yi swishes open the tent-like tarp hanging over the church, stopping briefly to eye the plastic overhang with a bit of a sigh. Her hair is a little damp and slightly tussled, probably from a recent shower.

Bernie snickers, and grins at Max. "On th' other hand, that's -askin'- for it. "You should come an' repaint things, 'f y'want"? She oughta come home t' find th' stereo green with purple polkadots, an' rainbows on th' ceiling..." The cub giggles, imagining the initial reaction -- you know, before the severe beating.

Max grins a small, auspicious grin in response. "Yeah. She knew 'nough t'give the most boring-ass rules. One color. Nothing 'round purple or industr'al green. What? I'm supposed to be freakin' Captain Home Improvement?" She shakes her head and, sitting sidewise on one leg, tips her head to the side on her arm on the pew-back, exhaling audibly. She then murmurs more quietly, confidentially, "She was all 'you've got prospects' 'n shit, too."

Bernie makes a face. "Aww... you should come paint on Matt's place, he was sayin' he wan'ed t' ask ya. Prolly more fun, yeah? 's all borin' white right now." She adds, in smiliar tones to which it was mentioned, "...prospects?"

Kurt edges open the doorway of the church, poking just his head inside first. "Hello?" he calls out. That's soon followed by the rest of him, and Ophelia behind. It's like this is a familiar place to him or something, even if he's a stranger to those here.

Yi, standing right beside the tarp, turns her head to regard the voice. Her brow furrows a moment suspiciously. "Hello," she offers with a friendly enough tone.

Smokes-the-Weed snorts, in his sleep, kicking his legs around. Something appears to have rattles him, as he comes suddenly awake, shaking the sleep out of his head. He grunts, once, dropping off the pew, sounding off the floor with a clatter of claws. Then, someone says hello, that he doesn't recignize. His head whips around, staring at the opening, and the people there.

Ophelia arches a brow as she enters the old chruch behing her traveling companion, Kurt. Old backpack slung over one shoulder, the dark haired girl keeps a small but friendly smile on her face, even if she otherwise looks a little nervous.

Max seems to perk up a bit at Bernie's first comment. "Yeah? I ain't seen his place. Where's it at?" Any response to the latter question is abandoned as Max looks to the makeshift door way -- plastic bags and tarp -- and rises to her feet, resettling with her rear the pewback in front of the row she was sitting in with Bernie (about midway into the freezing cold room), sitting higher now, her dark eyes skimming over the two strangers. She remains silent as Yi takes charge. Today she's wearing overalls and about three sweatshirts over the top, the last of which is unzipped.

Kurt looks around with a soft grunt. He's been drinking today, though not much; it's enough for a sensitive lupus nose to scent on him, even if his movements seem clear and certain. "I'm looking for a guy named Jay," he says. Slight accent there, some blend of Southern drawl and Texas twang, but it's subtle. "He's a cousin of mine."

Smokes-the-Weed's eyes brighten, as he comes more awake. The accent from Kurt is a plus, being a Southern Boy at heart, but, at the mention of Jay, the Raggie in Lupus gives a very visible wince. He says, in the tongue of wolves. I wonder how close of a cousin.

Bernie stands, smiling bright and friendly toward the newcomers. She seems about to say something, but stops when the older of the pair speaks, and glances briefly toward Yi.

Max's brows lift just a bit behind her tangled fall of hair interspersed with random braids. Under her breath she mutters, "Ain't gonna be this dude's day." She looks from Kurt to Ophelia and back again, still perched on pew beside where Bernie is standing.

Those brows narrow their distance a bit more, lips drawing a bit more tightly. "Yeah?" she replies with a bit of odd Canto-british tone to her own slang response. "Well come in, it's cold outside." She moves a bit to the side a little more, motioning with her hand towards the insides of the church.

Ophelia looks over each of the others, her gaze pausing the longest on the canine. And at seeing him, her smile deepens a bit more. Other than that, she remains polietly quiet, yet her posture is not shy. "Thank you." She says, also in quiet tones to Yi after the invite.

Kurt moves further inside at the invitation, footsteps heavy on the floor. He's keeping a watch on the girl behind him, a watch of the protective variety. "Well enough, pup," he comments, without missing a beat. All this time he's been measuring the folks here up, and they more or less fit the pattern of what he's expecting. It's Yi he addresses; she's been the most outspoken. "I'm looking for the folks who claim the church here. Unless they've been evicted in the past six months, I'm guessing you're part of the family. So to speak."

Max purses her lips and adds, "S'cold inside too." Her expression isn't anything beyond wry. But she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a Hershey's chocolate bar. It's been opened, but only two squares are missing. She taps it to some beat against the denim leg of her overalls, waiting for Yi to tiptoe through the initial mine-field.

A new tactic. Yi hits them high, and Smokes hits low. While not an actual attack, the male Gnawer around pads forward, curiousity getting the better of him. He pads in a small circle around both Kurt and Ophelia, getting their scents to save them for later.

Smokes-The-Weed would be first to notice Vicki's arrival. Or rather, the smell of pizza. When visiting Gnawers, food is always a welcome gift.

Bernie sits down again, beside Max, and watches the negotiations, pushing one of the many ill-behaved curls back behind her ear as she does so. It's like attending a very unpopular play. Like the anti-drug school assemblies. Barely anyone ever watched those, either.

Dipping her head in acknowledgement of Ophelia's thanks, she pokes the curtain a bit. "You've been gone a long time, it would seem," Yi gazes at the man before casting her eyes towards the people she knows. "We're all family here. What do they call you, newcomer?"

Ophelia's gaze follows the scruffy dog as he circles, with an expression of pure curiosity rather than fear. She takes a few more steps forward into the chruch and idly pulls one of the old looking hymn books from one pew and glances at it while listening. It's not that she'd rather be singing chruch songs, she just wanted something in her hands to fiddle with until the intorduction prelims are over and she might be called on to speak, or something.

Kurt starts rattling off names and nicknames, ticking them off on his fingers. "Kurt, or Mr. Fix-It if you're a customer. Speedbump to some of the older family, Huckleberry Hound to the younger. Judge Wapner, or sometimes it ends up coming out like Judge Whopper. There's more, but some of them aren't mentioned in polite company." He chuckles, checking on Ophelia again to make sure the girl's doing alright. "Is Chugs still the oldtimer in charge of you youngsters?"

Max's lips curve into the smallest of smirks as she listens to the playlist of names Kurts spins. "Yo Fix-It." she calls, then without any other warning, flings the chocolate bar in Kurt's direction.

Ophelia looks up again as Kurt goes off on the list of his name. She smiles and thoughtfully goes about trying to asses how each one might apply to the man. And she'd surely be way off on most guesses.

Smokes-the-Weed's tongue lolls out of his mouth as Kurt mentions Whoppers, which doesn't sound like a bad idea right now. He goes to say snow when his nose twitches, catching some other scent, something more immediate. He spins towatrds the door, barking once. Who's there, and did you put extra cheese on it? Not that he can be understood, but it's more the alert for those who can understand him.

Yi turns also, the cold air somehow wafting the scent of cheese through the wimpy tarp barrier. "You know Elan?" The Canto-raggie continues, trying to probe at Kurt warily. She's screwed up once with meeting new Garou, she isn't about to do it again.

Bernie smirks to Max beside her, after the chocolate flinging, and murmurs, "What, you're a customer?" Smokes distracts her though, and she glances toward the tarps to see who -else- might be arriving. "...we gotta get a bouncer here. Set up some velvet ropes out there."

Vicki was about to knock on the large church door, but Smokes-The-Weed's bark brings her up short. Poking her head inside the church, she spots the rather large gathering and the 'dog thats practically right infront of her. "Eh. Hello."

Vicki has four extra large pizza boxes in her arms.

Kurt fumbles a catch of the chocolate bar, bouncing it off one hand before catching it, more from luck than anything, with the other. He takes a sniff of it and siles. "Why thank you, Hershey," he says politely, dipping his head to Max. Meanwhile, he breaks off a single block before offering it to Ophelia next. "Elan... never did get around to meeting him, but I heard his name." He struggles to remember the context now. "He's one of the up-and-coming youngsters, second to Chugs, if I'm remembering right. Deals in spirits?" Well then. That's a little plainer spoken.

Smokes-the-Weed turns his head back as Kurt speaks. He looks to be about to say something, when he decides to chuff something of his own. He sniffs around the woman holding the pizza boxes, again curious, as he asks if anyone knows this person with the food?

Max leans over to bump gamely at Bernie's arm with her nearer shoulder, "Th'Moon knows I needed a fix when I firs' got t'St. Claire." If the ragabash #3 realizes her play on words she doesn't belabour the fact. Bernie's comment brings a grin to Max's lips, then she notes, "We could charge'em to see Tantrum." The pizzas and Vicki do draw her attention though. "Someone knows the Pizza Babe, right? 'Cuz I need a little of her double cheese lovin." Max does, however, look back to Kurt.

Vicki looks down at Smokes-The-Weed, then back at the others in the room. "Well, I certainly don't know anyone in here." She really doesn't look all that comfortable, having faild to reconize anyone in the room. "Anyone know Kaz, or Elan?"

"You could say that... this /is/ his church. He's the main preacher now, as is," Yi replies with a complete side turn to gaze at Vicki. "I didn't know the repairman brought food when he did housecalls." The curtain getting quite a few pokings, finally relents with a bit of a crack in the dam. "Just get in out of the cold, and we'll start introductions. Visitors first."

Ophelia returns the hymal to it's place and takes the chocolate bar from Kurt. She snaps off a square, accepting more out of hospitality than anything else. AH...more talk of spirits, this draws her attention once more. She keeps an eye on Kurt and Yi while walking back to Max, to return her candy bar. With a smile, she holds it out, "Thanks." And then goes back to being causiously quiet.

Vicki nods and steps inside. "Thanks." Putting the pizza boxes on the floor, she opens one up and offers a slice of meat lovers to Smokes-The-Weed. "You want this?"

"Tantrum?" Bernie asks softly, and grins, making the fairly obvious assumption, "...man, Lacks-Social-Graces's just -rackin'- 'em up..." She regards PizzaGirl (well known superheroine, conquerer of the evil hunger!) with interest, before glancing back to the other two strangers.

Smokes-the-Weed scrambles out of the way of Vicki, as Yi invites the woman inside. If anything, people can stay out of the cold. The sudden visitors have raised the No-Moon's levels a bit, and the sudden offer of Carnivore's Delight has him happy. But, in keeping up appearances, he does the doggy thing at the offer from the kin. He sits up, in the 'begging' position, eager.

From several rows away Max shakes her head at Ophelia. "Keep it, yo." She stands up and climbs over Bernie's legs, sharing a look with the curly-haired ragabash. She walks to the end of the pew, then hops down and meanders up the main aisle toward Vicki, and resultingly the other two new arrivals. "I know Zee," she answers. "S'all good. Who're you?" Nothing like food to alleviate some of the ice-skating feel to the room.

Kurt was feeling pretty confident about the original inhabitants of the church, but the fact that Vicki has gone unrecognized by the others gives him cause to pause. He whispers something to Ophelia under his breath, and then speaks aloud. "Already spoke my name, Kurt'll do so you don't need to keep track of the others. This here is Ophelia, more distant kin, you could say."

Yi eyes Vicki a bit more, then motions with a handwave for Kurt and his follower to have a seat in the pews. "And you are...?" she directs towards Vicki.

Vicki smiles as she gives Smokes the pizza slice. "Well, you didn't have to do that." Straightening up, she adresses Max. "Vicki Whitehead. Strider Kin."

Ophelia places the rest of the candy into her bag, arching a brow at Kurt. She looks a little disapointed and unsure of what the problem is, but nods just the same. An then nods again to the group as a whole when she is introduced. "Hello." At this point, she leans against one row of the pews and observes.

Bernie arches a brow, regarding Kurt's companion with a grin, "...Ophelia? Y'know this isn't techni'ly a Nunnery, right? But well done gettin' thee to it anyhow."

Smokes-the-Weed's ears perk up happily, both at the declaration and the happy food, which he takes, gnoshing down the pizza happily. It's bacon! he chuffs, cheerful. No one who brings food can be evil, he assumes, and continues to munch.

Max looks Vicki up and down, then grins at her. "Max. 'Basher 'n Gnawer. Lemme jus' say, Mama Leone, You /rock/." Looking to Kurt and Ophelia. "We don' gotta all be tiptoein'. For now we c'n just do the pizza polka. Later, when Zee or Eye Shadow shows up, we can figger out the shit, coo'?" Max smirks at Bernie's addition to the conversation.

Kurt raises an eyebrow at Vicki's introduction, then shrugs. "Half-moon of the Gnawers," he says, and jerks a thumb Ophelia-ward. "And Ophelia here is a blossoming Glass Walker cub. I haven't quite made out the auspice yet."

Yi takes Smokes' manner to be telling of the tale. "Have a lot of spirit to be striding into territory on a full moon, don't you," she smirks at Vicki as her eyes turns towards Kurt and the ever silent Ophelia. "Yi, no-moon of the family.

"Bernie, cub. An' yet another raggie Gnawer," the curly-haired girl chimes in. "We're everywhere, don'tcha know." She slides off the pew and toward the pizza as well. "Niceta meetcha. An' ooh, sausage. Niceta meet -you-, too."

Smokes-the-Weed gulps down the last of his slice, bumping a cold nose against Vicki's leg in thanks. I will be back. Trust me, he says. Not that she can understand, but the wagging tail should tell the story. He turns around, again, claws clicking against the wood floor as he sits in front of Kurt. This one is called Smokes-the-Weed by the family. No-Moon too.

Ophelia shares a wide grin with Bernie at her comment, laughing softly. "I 'll keep that in mind." The other's intorductions go for the most part over her head, but she seems to be making an attempt at looking like she fits in and understands.

"Right, well since that's over with... Where are you two staying?" Yi asks the returned phillydocks and his charge.

Vicki shrugs. "Or extreemly stupid." She bends down, then hands Max one of the pizza boxes. "Truth be told, I haven't seen hide nor hair of my Tribe in months. Last time that happened, something was grabing people in the river and turning them into fish banes. Makes a person nervous." She straightens up. "THat, and I'm not very fond of not knowing what the hell is going on."

Max leaves it be when Kurt chooses to polka with Yi. She reaches down and snags a piece of pizza and heads forward in down the aisle. "S'warmer away from the anti-door," she notes to the room in general around a mouthful of glorious cheese.

Kurt listens to all the names, studying people for a second time now that he has names and, as importantly, auspices to go with the faces. Or with the muzzles. Whichever. Though he gestures Ophelia to a seat should she want, he loiters on his feet at the end of a pew. "I'm guessing the girl is Walker, at least. It was a fat old cockroach that led me to her, down around Ellenstown. We spent last night there, in my truck. I was hoping to turn up some Walkers in town here."

"Sure Lucca or Roger can take care of that," Yi replies as she glances to Max and nods to indicate she's fine with the doorside at the moment. In fact, if anyone was noticing she would be trying to take mental measurements. "If you two need a place to stay, downstairs is a lot warmer than up here. Breezy a bit, as the doors have been... misplaced." Her gaze then turns to the Strider kin. "Your kin's around, Vicki. Sepdet's returned and Allie is about."

"Saw two of 'em jus' th' other day," Bernie offers to the kin, sliding another piece of pizza into her hand, "so they're def'nitely 'round..." and nods in agreement with Yi before heading back toward the front of the church, where is -is- warmer, or at least less drafty.

Smokes-the-Weed sits back down. He looks back down, as if about to say something, but hangs his head, realizing he can't. He wishes he knew if it was okay to shift upward, to something with a voice and opposable thumbs, so as not to frighten the cub of the Walkers.

Ophelia slips into the seat, setting her bag down next to her, yet keeping a hand on it. She stiffles a yawn and once more tries to pay attention. At the offer of a warm place to stay, her eyes lift to Kurt, to see what his reply is to that. Her own is hopeful. Yes, warmth would be nice.

Vicki looks at Li sharply as Roger is mentioned. "Roger lives in the building across from me, but I certainly wouldn't recomend bringing a cub to him. That guy is fucking loony."

"The truck's a bit cramped for two," Kurt admits. He glances to Ophelia. "Everyone here right now is okay to talk to about werewolves or spirits or whatever you'd like. They're Gnawers, these here." He gestures, to include everyone but Vicki, even the mutt. "That's one of the tribes of the Garou, Gnawers. It's the tribe I'm in. You, however, are a Glass Walker. But we'll hook you up with members of your tribe right quick."

Bernie swallows the bite she was chewing before she speaks -- look, something resembling table manners! -- and pipes up, "Roger's okay. Though he -does- go kinda weird sometimes... we should find Cindy, she's pretty sane an' stuff."

Ophelia nods, looking at the grouping of garou, taking note that Vicki was not included. And her gaze rests on th kin as she speaks of Roger. That causes her just a touch of alarm. It would be bad to get hooked up with a looney man who can change into a 10 foot monster.

Vicki shrugs and eyes Bernie. "You can think whatever you want of him. He practically shadowed me for months, then busted into my place when I took off for a few weeks. Dakota chewed him out for that."

Vicki says, flatly. "He creeps me out."

"Well Lucca's claiming rights to the Walkers anyway, so I would show Ophelia here towards that way," Yi replies after a few more minutes of watching Ophelia. "She lupus born?"

Smokes-the-Weed looks around. Since introductions have long already been made, the dogboy decides hell with it. He shifts upward, out of the way of everyone else. He hustles for another piece of pizza, bringing it over to Ophelia, since she doesn't have any. "S'ok," he says, with a slight Southern drawl of his own. "Hungry?"

Kurt includes Vicki, and Vicki alone, in the next wave of a hand. "And she's what we call kinfolk. Those are our family members that can't shift like we can. She's one of the Striders, a wandering tribe." He looks around, and the place seems safe enough. "I need to take a ride around the city, get a few supplies, touch base with a few people." In others word, a beer run. Not that he'd say it in so many words. "Think you'll be okay here without me?" he asks, mostly teasing.

Bernie arches a brow at that, and nods. "Weird," she agrees, with a light shrug, and goes back to finishing her pizza and listening.

Ophelia chuckles. "You'll all have to pardon me...the back of a truck, though the gesture grants eteral gratefulness, was not quite the most comfotable thing. I am a little tired." And then she turns to see the dog change into a man, her breath catching for a moment until he comes up to her with the offering of food. "And..you'll forgive me again, I'm not used to -that-. I am starved, thank you." She reaches out to accept the slice with slightly trembling hands. "Kurt? Will you be back?" She asks with a touch of concern.

Vicki rubs briefly at her face, then studies Ophilia for a moment. "What moon was she born under? Half-moon or slimer and she can stay at my place until you find someone to take responsibility for her."

Yi nods as her question to Kurt goes answered by the Walker cub's actions. Still hanging on the outfringes of the group like the bouncer at the door, she simply observes these relationships play out.

Kurt says easily, "Undoubtedly, within a few hours. You're with family here, though. No need to worry, you'll be safe." There it is again, that 'safe' word. The man starts in for the door -- well, the tarp -- now. "I'm not sure her moon, haven't gotten around to working that one out. I'll be back in a few hours."

Joey looks a little embarassed. "Sorry 'bout that," he says to Ophelia, happy that she's accepted the food, in any case. "Was trying not to make you nervous and all, since you're new to this."

Ophelia smiles to Kurt as he leaves and then look back to Joey. "I appreciate that. No worries." She assures him and then takes a bite of the hot pizza, leaning back in her seat. "So...what is all this moon talk? perhaps I can help to figure out the mystery?"

Yi rubs the back of her neck, fingers looking for some warmth there underneath her dark hair. "Where's one of those date books when you need one," she mutters a bit before succumbing to her hunger and snatching up a slice of Carnivore's Delight. Proceeding to the rest of the group, she slides in beside Bernie and munches.

Joey now feels a little better, as the cub isn't running and screaming and all that jazz. He hops up onto the pew, a lit of a distance away from Ophelia. "Well," he starts. "All us Garou have an Auspice, what what our Job is. Depends on the phase of the moon in the sky when you were born. I'm born under a new moon, so I'm a Ragabash. Ragabash is one of the Auspices, and they're like pranksters and folks who are supposed to question the normal ways of doing things and shit."

Bernie considers Yi's rhetorical question. "Might be one in th' basement," she suggests, "...I mean, Elan had one there t' find out 'bout Lacks, right?" She finishes off her pizza, and stretches a bit.

Vicki picks up a piece of pizza, then leaves the boxes on the floor as she fidns a seat some distance away from the group of Gnawers.

The slice of pizza in her hand is disapearing at a fast pace as Ophelia listens to Joey's explaination intently. Her brow furrows in though for a few moments as she quips, "That sounds like a fun job. What are the roles of the other phases?" She leans forward a bit, pulling one knee to her chest and seems most curious about this topic.

"Theurges, born under crescent moons, deal with spirits and...alternate worlds," Yi offers between bites. Her eyes glance to Bernie for maybe a bit of contribution to the five moons explanation as well as the quiet Vicki a couple pews down.

Joey nods as Yi speaks, going on to the next phase as an explination. "Then, there's halfmoons, like Kurt. He's called a Philodox. They're...judges, I guess ya can say. They interpret the Garou laws and all that, talking to other Garou when there's some kinda pissing match between them."

Bernie takes the cue from Yi, chiming in. "Next y'got Galliards, who're born under th' gibbous moon, an' they're, like, th' performers an' historians. They tell stories an' stuff, an' inspire people, an' all that good shit. An' last are Ahrouns, which's full moon, an' they're th' warriors. So they beat on things really well."

Ophelia listens to the length of the explainations while finishing off her pizza. Each job has it's merits, she'll admit, but at the end of it all, her focus is on Yi and she brings up again that which most stuck in her mind. "Alternate worlds?"

Yi chews on a bit of crust, nodding to the Walker cub. "Spirits, the supernatural... and the flipside to this place, where the spirits live. Theurges have that sort of... distant...feeling. Enigmatic, if you will." Mwaha, another vocab word thrown in.

Banecruncher noses in through whatever is covering the hole this time and sniffs around quietly.

Joey is sitting on a pew, having a chat with someone new. There's also the smell of pizza in the room. As the big dog enters the room, the small Gnawer frowns visibly, not saying anything to the Lupus.

Bernie pokes Yi lightly in the side, "...want me t' go see if th' almanac's down there?" She gestures toward the basement with a tilt of her head. "...otherwise I got some stuff I prolly oughta go deal with."

Banecruncher is looking for Shadow Eyes. Guesses he's not here.

There is a sense of...relief to the walker cub's face, mixed with the joy of the unlocking of a secret door. "Another world, akin to this but seperate. there are many theories I've read that speak of such things, but I never had a sure feeling about them. Wonderful." The tredding of paws draws her attention and Ophelia glances back to the arriving lupus. My, but there are a lot of them.

There is certainly one inviting smell to be found in the church. Looks like someone brought over fou extra large meat lovers pizzas. The boxes are on the floor, with some pizza still in them.

Yi turns at the poke, listening to the newmoon cub ask her query. "Sure. We could use it," she replies. "And if you have stuff to do, take your leave. Just don't do anything that'll get you in Lacks' spot." She grins at Bernie, and turns towards the arriving Banecruncher. "Hey Cruncher. No Elan's not here. Haven't really seen him, but I'm sure he's around. Pizza?" The open boxes on the floor say it all.

Joey looks over to Cruncher, shaking his head quickly. "Nope, Banecruncher. Might be elsewhere," he says, all too quickly, before turning back to Ophelia. "Yeah, the Umbra's wierd as hell," he admits. "Take a ton of grains of salt with ya when your Elders decide to take you there. Freaks cubs out when they see it."

Banecruncher pads over to the nearest box and sniffs at it. OK. That's one thing that'll take his mind off his mission. No doubt about it. Pizza? What pizza?

Bernie hops to her feet, and heads toward the basement door, flashing a grin at Yi. "Haven't yet, have I?" she replies, and disappears down the steps.

Vicki, quietly sitting her her corner a few pews away from the group of Gnawers becomes decidedly figity.

Ophelia watches Banecruncher most curiously. Odd...did the others just answer him? She didn't even hear a thing. That dog's form is very different from Joey's or Kurt's..he's, intimidating. She looks away, glancing back to the more friendly Joey and smiles. "I'm trying to keep an open mind, after all I had a feeling I was in for wierdness when I 'took the red pill'." She uses the Matrix expression purposefully and with a jovial smile.

Yi chuckles at Bernie before getting up to save a few of the pizza slices, or at least pick up the litter of boxes. "Given your interest in the world of the supernatural, I'd start with crescent." Stooping down, she gives the lupus ahroun a quick scritch behind the ears. "Hope you've been a good bigdog," she murmurs to him for good measure. Her gaze then turns momentarily to Vicki, and her eyebrow quirks up.

Joey just gives Ophelia a friendly, if completely clueless look. "What red pill? Pete and Signe just beat the crap out of me to make me Shift forms the first time," he says, missing the reference completely.

Banecruncher snorts and slurps the no-moon's face. I still gotta use your head for a basketball, you know. (Yeah...sure...he reallly means it...) His attention is drawn to the other twoleg and whuffs softly. Kin? Or new cub?

Bernie returns quickly up the stais, bearing a beat-up book before her like the holy grail. "Tada!" she exclaims, "th' Lunanomicon." She leans against the edge of a pew, and regards the newer cub. "So when's your birthday?"

Yi laughs as the ahroun slurps her and wipes some tomato sauce from her features. Handwaving to Vicki, she notes to the dog. "Strider Kin." And to Ophelia in the front, "Walker cub."

Ophelia chuckles at Joey's lack of current movie knowlege. "It's just an expression...from a movie. I guess you haven't seen it. Um...beating the crap out of people isn't a usual occarance, is it?" With a still slightly worried look, she glances to Bernie and gives her the date, which, when looked up would indeed indicated her cresent moon birth.

Banecruncher thinks it depends on whether the person in question is acting like a whiny cub. (Nope. No irony in that at all.)

Joey purses his lips as he thinks about Ophelia's question. "Just...be a good kid and obey your Elders," he says, as way of advice. He hops off the pew again, heading towards Vicki. "Sorry about before, seein' as I didn't get a chance to thank you for the pizza and all."

Vicki, rather quietly, stands up and heads for the exit.

If she were in lupus, Yi would be lolling her tongue at the ahroun. Her eyes catch onto Vicki's movements, and she waves to the Strider Kin. "I'll let Sepdet and the others know you're still around," she notes to the (quickly) departing kin.

Banecruncher heaves a heavy doggie sigh and pads as far away from the exit as he can get. He flumps down on top of the altar and whuffs. This far enough away for the kin?

Bernie flips quickly through the book, with the gentle, practiced finger movements of a bibliophile. "Lessee then... mmm... hey, shock of shocks, you're a Theurge. Go fig, huh?" She grins, snapping the volume shut again, and glances over to the departing kin. "Later, thanks for th' 'za an' all..." Offering the book to Yi, she adds, "...I'm gonna scoot too, see y'all later, yeah?"

Vicki smiles quickly and waves. "Thanks. You can tell her that the twins are doing well at the same time." Thats it, she out the door and gone from sight.

Yi nods to Bernie, handling the book with some care to it's oldness. "See you," she says to both cub and kin.

Bernie adjusts her backpack, favouring her elders with another grin and a mock salute before she, too, heads through the tarps and away.